Amy was exercising on the balance ball when Ooseung asked,

“Umma, what are you doing?”

“I’m exercising.”

“Why are you exercising?”

“So I don’t get fat,” Amy answered.

Ooseung giggled, “Appa’s fat.”

(What the heck, baby girl?  I almost said aloud.)

“He is?” Amy asked.

“Umma’s fat too.”

(Uh, oh.  Sun Su’s about to become an only child.) 

“What do you mean I’m fat?!” Amy loudly defended herself. I remember a certain cousin once joked about Amy’s postpartum weight just to get a reaction out of her. She punched him with such force that you could hear the bone thud.

“Your juju is fat,” Ooseung smiled.

Juju is a Corean word for breast milk. Or in Ooseung’s understanding, breasts.

Later, I had to clarify things with Ooseung myself.

“Ooseung, is appa (referring to myself) fat?”

“Hmm,” Ooseung says and then pats my chest, “A little bit, in your juju.”

“I don’t have juju,” I explain.

“Oh, then,” she pats my abdomen to decide, “No. Yeah. Um, umma’s juju is fat.”

I give Amy the eye. Daddy likes umma’s fat juju (i.e. boobs).

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Amy’s new favorite song: Let Me Love You (by Da Buzz)